Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... replacing the mirror and cleaning myself and the toys. Then there was nothing until the following day, just before dinnertime.

When I realized these blackouts were getting worse, I forced myself to consider that at some point, I might not ever return. Was this a signal that Carl was going to wake from his coma? Was it a signal that he would soon die? I had no answers, and clearly, I couldn't ask anyone. It felt so strange, sitting on my couch, in a perfectly silent apartment, trying to figure out what was happening. An idea came to me, it might not have been a great idea, but if Carl might die, I wanted to leave a message to my parents. For the rest of the night, I attempted to write a letter dozens of times. It was after 3am when I finally had something that I was satisfied with. I fell asleep, and prayed that I'd still be inside of Steph when she woke, I needed her to be able to deliver the letter.

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I woke to my alarm at 9am, feeling exhausted. After showering, dressing and staring at myself in the mirror and doing everything I could to convince myself what I was about to do was the right thing, I left my apartment, and drove to the hospital. It was just after 10:30am when I arrived, with my letter sealed in an envelope, I had written 'Please don't open, unless Carl passes away.' on it. I stopped at the nurses station and asked if there had been any change in Carl's condition, and the nurse asked who I was, it was a different nurse than the one I had last ...

... spoken to.

I'm his sister, Stephanie." I said.

"Carl's parents have explained that he doesn't have a sister named Stephanie. Now, who are you?" She asked.

"I... I just know him, you could say I'm closer to Carl than anyone else." I stammered.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave, only family can visit on this ward." She said dismissively.

And just like that, my great plan was undone.

I sat in my car in the hospital parking lot and raced for a new idea, and then in the blink of an eye. I was sitting on my couch watching the evening news, and listening to the newscaster explain that Carl Miller had died of his injuries, suffered after being in a terrible accident days earlier.

I can't describe that feeling, there aren't words in any language that could illustrate what that felt like.

I was convinced that the next Blackout would signal the last time I'd have any conscious thought. It was in that desperate moment that I knew what I had to do.

I knocked on the door, and wiped away my tears, then just surrendered to them. It would be impossible for the task before me.

The door opened and an impossibly sad-looking woman answered the door, her eyes actually looked swollen from crying.

"Yes, can I help you?" My Mother asked.

"Mom, I know you won't believe what I have to tell you, but I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to tell you again. Is Dad home?"

"Excuse me? I'm not your Mother, this day has been the worst of my life young lady, so please, ...